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Thursday, 6 October 2016

Reap the Whirlwind

If you wanted examples of how far the left have gone to
turn into a pantomime version of themselves, yesterday was a joy to behold.
Following a rousing conference closure in which Theresa May channelled Thatcher
at her most potent the ‘progressive’ world took to social media to rend their
garments and put on a display of abject socialist moronry the like of which hasn’t
been seen since... well, since last week at the Labour fringe.

Tim Farron, as if to prove his inability to grasp
anything at all, let alone the levers of power tweeted a propos of nothing, “I am a proud Northerner, Brit, European and
citizen of the world. How dare Theresa May tell people like me we have no
identity.” To which the good tweeters responded with hoots and jeers and
suggestions he take up residence elsewhere in this world of which he holds
citizenship. The word irrelevant cropped up more than once.

Owen Jones’ reaction to Amber Rudd’s proposal to
make companies disclose the profile of their work force, as many European
countries do, was to declare that there was a “special place in hell” for her
and other politicians who “incite bigotry for political gain”. Again and
again the response of the left was a bleating insistence that Hitler had risen
again and was stoking up the furnaces and commissioning the gas chambers anew... and that such people ought to be violently disposed of.

An appropriately named – if slightly misspelled - Joe
Moran coined his own rousing slogan with “Our
Full English Brexit is now served with two rashers of bigotry, grilled
ingratitude, scrambled economics and a bottomless mug of delusion.” Oh, the
irony. In fact, the more I read that oft-retweeted ode, the more I am reminded
of doublethink and the plight of these hostages to their own fragile belief
systems.

I went to bed to the strains of listeners phoning Ian
Collins on LBC to regale him with stories of jack-booted Stormtroopers marching
down their streets and lynching anybody without a British passport, stamping on
babies’ heads and punching and bayoneting the sick and elderly... in their fevered dreams. It
is almost as if they actually wish for all this stuff to happen. The words ‘fascist’
and ‘Nazi’ tumbled from the lips of a succession of dribbling loons, as they
called in from their cosy parlours in quiet, safe, tidy, suburban streets.

The left-wing world has driven itself quietly mad.
Hypocrisy is endemic as it simultaneously demands free speech yet stamps down
on any utterance it deems hateful. And given that it hates itself so much, many of
the targets are the very people it should defend. In particular, there is one
thing the left appears to hate more than anything – success. Indeed the Labour
Party has utterly rejected every element of the Blairite years the only period,
they might like to ponder, that they held power since almost forty years ago.

And as the left’s hysteria rises, as the social justice
warriors and NHS liberators (I’m never sure what they think they are saving the
NHS from) sing battle hymns from the picket lines, imagining that the honks
from disrupted commuters is universal approval; as they tell themselves, even
as they stand in the cold, that the world is on their side and that their
imaginary war against the will of the majority is righteous, how are they
thanked for swallowing the fairy tale and crying wolf?

No, really, it's the way I tell 'em. No YOU shut up!

Some people will never be happy until they are forced
from their beds at dawn and loaded onto cattle trucks, to be driven at gunpoint
to the Job Centres. In their imaginations their lives will be spent in bleak
gulags under sentences of hard labour, or as the rest of the world calls it, work,
which is the engine of all that hated success. Meanwhile, in Florida, thousands
are being evacuated before their homes are flattened by Hurricane Matthew. I
suppose that will be Theresa May’s doing, too.